Take a breath, take a chance.

I felt like a lot of girls have felt this before, ladies you can have control. Never lose yourself.

My heart races. I have felt it before. And without a doubt, I will feel it again. I will put down my pen. Beacause something feels different, I promise myself. But I already know the story. I have read it over and over. Jill always comes tumbling after. But I take a breath. Take a chance. I'm writing my own story this time. I determine the ending. Jill. Will. Not. Come. Tumbling. After.

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